Chapter 1
I will never forget the day. It was a rainy Manhattan morning when she
came into my magazine's office to show her modeling portfolio. I thought I was
actually developing something of an immunity to the endless stream of seemingly
perfect young women trying to plead their way onto our fashion pages. I actually
felt sorry for some of them, the ones who were indeed quite beautiful, but
lacked that magic camera presence that would get them the big break they wanted
so much. With my 10 AM showing, however, there was no doubt. I knew before 10:01
that the tall, dark, supremely healthy looking young woman standing before me
was magical and then some. The top of her head was adorned by shiny as silk
straight black hair parted in the middle and caressing on two sides one of the
most magnetic faces I had ever seen. Her large brown eyes were riveting with
their clarity. Her luminous skin covered her modest but beautifully curved
cheekbones. Her nose was cute without being overly girlish, but it was her mouth
and lips that seemed best able to immediately focus the totality of my attention
being drawn to her. Her lips were soft, full and symmetrical. Her perfect teeth
were snow white, and the only lines on her face were two exquisite, long dimples
that suddenly appeared to increase the delight of her flawless smile. She wore a
black sleeveless shirt. You could see the outline of her shoulder and arm
musculature without any threat of excess bulk detracting from her femininity.
She obviously ate right and exercised regularly, as they say. Her breasts were
round, proud and in perfect proportion for a basically slender young woman. They
demanded attention but at the same time were so perfectly matched to the rest of
her young body that they seemed to do nothing as much as draw you into the total
package. She wore jeans, which is unusual for a portfolio showing, and it spoke
to a well justified internal confidence. I had never seen any woman who could
command every line and crease of Guess Who jeans into perfection. A virtual
symphony of straight lines and curves that sang out her female virtues the same
way that Pavarotti would sing an aria. Every fold was perfect, but the part
covering her high, proud ass cheeks was creaseless. Her firm young gluts held
camp magnificently beneath the seemingly glowing denim, with perfect roundness
and without the first hint of any excess body fat. Even the slight dip over her
crack was highlighted magnificently Her entire lower body was as wondrous as you
would expect something connected to the rest of her to be. "Hello, I'm Courtney
Synklar." Her voice came across like soft brushed velvet. Mildly husky and
alluring, but direct and with perfect diction. I had been working with female
models for years now, and I thought it was impossible for me to be overwhelmed
anymore. I was wrong. We sat down and went over her portfolio. Although poorly
shot and with the all the wrong clothes, it was obvious that this young woman
had what it takes to light up a page. My only hope was that my reaction to her
overwhelming sensuality was not equally as obvious. I imagined that all men she
met were probably similarly affected, and perhaps it was nothing unusual or
noticeable for her. As it turned out, I was again wrong. It was almost a relief
for me when her appointment time was up. She closed her book and almost knocked
me over with a perfectly executed smile. Impossibly as it seemed, she was
becoming more beautiful as time went by. Not wanting to overplay my hand from a
professional standpoint, I gave her my card and told her that we would be in
touch. She seemed to deliberately brush my hand as she took the card and I
noticed that my hand absolutely tingled from her touch. She leveled me with yet
another smile and turned to walk away slowly. I was positively stunned by the
poetry of her ass and legs as she walked towards the door. As she was almost
out, she suddenly turned towards me with a knowing smile that seemed to go right
through me. "Yes?" I asked, "Oh, nothing," she seemed to grinned mischievously ,
"nothing at all." She silently left and the door closed slowly behind her. I
slumped in my seat with my head in my hand and tried to regain my composure. I
had spent endless days looking at alluring pictures of sexy young models, but
this girl was made up of something different. She was really going to be a super
star. *** "Steve -- there's a Miss Synklar on the phone." The message on my
intercom sent a jolt through my body. It had been two days since our meeting,
but I had not yet felt ready to deal with this incredible vision. Now she was
calling me. I cleared my throat and tried to still my racing heart as I picked
up the phone. "Hello, Courtney, how are you?" "Fine, Steve, thank you for
asking. I was wondering if you could do me a little favor." The sound of her
clear, strong reassured voice again filled my mind with the vision of her
magnificence, instantly wiping out 48 hours of hard fought denial. Favor... She
had said something about a favor. I think I said "Yes" into the phone. "Could
you look at a new outfit I bought? I would really like your opinion. I'm in the
neighborhood, I could be right down." I wasn't ready to see her again, but I
heard my voice say "Sure" into the phone. Well, maybe I'll see that she is
merely human after all and I can get over this immature obsession, I thought
hopefully. Fifteen minutes later she was at my door again. I was surprised,
however, in that she wasn't wearing any new fashion outfit, nor was she carrying
anything. She majestically strode in wearing slacks and a sweater and took a
seat across from my desk. I started to make small talk but she suddenly cut me
off. "I should explain, Steve. Ever since I was a little girl, I know I have a
strong effect on men. When I was eight years old this boy in my class
volunteered to lie down in a mud puddle so that I could walk over him and not
get my feet wet. I walked over him slowly and didn't even bother to say thanks.
Ever since then I have been able to spot submissive men a mile away. I never
miss, do I Steve?" Every muscle in my body tensed up and I missed at least one
breath. She was right, I had a submissive streak and had secretly visited
professional dominatrixes, but found the experience unsatisfying. I kept that
part of my life totally apart from my everyday life, and, up to now I had hoped,
secret. "Submissive? Well, I..um..what.." I was stammering now, unable to form a
complete sentence. I felt small beads of perspiration forming on my forehead.
She looked at me ashen face and bowled me over with a major, knowing smile.
Beautiful eyes flashing, skin glowing, exquisite dimples operating. A full
assault that seemed to overpower me. She got up from her chair. "Steve, I can
feel your fascination with my ass as strongly as if someone was shining a light
in my eyes. I'll now give you ten seconds to crawl over here, kneel down behind
me and ask me politely if you may be allowed to kiss my ass." She focused her
eyes to drill in her instructions, dazzling me. "Wha.. What are you..." my
stammering went on, actually deteriorating in quality. "Don't be a little fool"
her crisp forceful tones easily brushed aside my weak whimpering, "do it now or
forget about it forever. You have eight seconds left, Steve. Seven...." Her eyes
held me captive, seeming to beam her words right into my brain, bypassing any
part of me that might have been able to resist. I stood up. "Crawl! You heard
me! Six..." I found myself on my knees, moving towards her. She kept her eyes on
my me, as much to keep me in her spell as to monitor my progress. I crawled
towards her, and noticed that she made no effort to turn or to make my
humiliating trip easier in any way. I found myself kneeling behind her. The
incredible sight of her perfect jeans clad backside now filled my entire field
of vision. I could see every seam, every stitch. Up close, the irresistible
appeal of her lower body seemed outright frightening.. "Do you have something
you would like to ask me, Steve?" My mouth was completely dry, but I managed to
summon up the following words "Yes, may I please be allowed to kiss your ass?" I
couldn't believe what was happening. She turned suddenly. I felt an internal
pain as her ass was removed from my sight. "I don't think so." She reached down
and pulled up my chin with her right hand so that I would get the full effect of
her beaming eyes once again. "I just wanted to get all that out on the table so
that we can do business in a more...direct ..manner from now on. I felt that the
natural order of things needed to be established openly. Don't you agree? Don't
you feel better already?" "Yes", I said, the overbearing truth of what she had
said being too strong to fight. "I thought so. 3225 E 76th Street. Apartment
23A. Tonight, 9 PM. I'll have worked out and will be hungry, so bring me the
Hunan bean curd with mixed vegetables and an egg roll from the Empire Hunan
Palace on 81st street. I'll fill you in on some details then."
Chapter 2
Courtney turned and left the room without looking back. If she had she
would have seen me still on my knees trying to put some perspective on what had
just happened. This dark young Goddess had just used her piercing big brown eyes
to see right through me, right down to my well hidden submissive streak. She had
driven me to my knees, reduced me to a crawling animal simply by offering me the
thought of submissively kissing her regal ass. Then, as I humbly crawled over
and abjectly pleaded for the right to press my lips against her butt, she
withdrew, cruelly denying me the fruits of my humiliation. Then there were her
instructions to meet her on 76th street at 8, bringing Chinese food, no less. I
thought about it for a while. I could just ignore and try to forget the whole
thing. I tried to get up off my knees but was stopped by the fact that my cock
was still rock hard, a full ten minutes after she had left. All she had done was
ask me if I wanted to kiss her ass, and my cock got so hard it seemed like it
would never go down. I realized I no longer had a decision to make. I was
delightfully overmatched. I would be there at 8, Chinese food and all. This
Goddess deserved it and was more than worth it. It was already after six, so I
hurried home to take a shower (cold) and to get ready. I dutifully stopped at
the anointed Chinese place and got her the Hunan bean curd and the egg roll as
ordered. I got to the building she mentioned at exactly the right time and rang
the bell for 23E. No one answered. Was she sending me on a wild goose chase? I
waited outside, wondering if I had been had and should just leave. Finally, a
half hour later, as I was about to sulk home, I took a look east. She was
walking towards me. It was a sight that I will never forget. Her long black hair
was pulled back in a pony tail. She was wearing nothing more that a jogging bra
on top. Her breasts were larger that I had imagined and were very high, proud
and round, covered my a thin film of glowing perspiration. As promised, she had
just come from working out. Her perfectly flat mid section was exposed, showing
the subtle muscular effects of endless crunches. She wore rather flimsy red
nylon shorts. Her legs were incredibly smooth and enticing. Beautiful firm
thighs, thin knees and highly developed calves. It was obvious that this was
someone blessed with great genetics and determined to make the most of them. She
carried nothing except an Evian bottle, her keys on a string around her neck. I
said nothing as she approached, in part because I didn't know what to say, in
part because the sight of her had caused my mouth to go bone dry but mostly
because I was more interested in hearing what she had to say. Which, as it
turned out, wasn't much. She took the bag out of my hand and peered inside. "Damm!
It got cold, oh well, you can nuke it for me. Lets go." She walked in front of
me up the short flight of stairs to her lobby. I could not take my eyes off her
flimsy red shorts, cut so that the slightest hints of her firm cheeks played
themselves at the bottom and with a slide slit that allowed a peek of just a few
more inches of her silky yet firm upper thighs. It was overwhelming. I could not
imagine what was to come next. As she neared the top stair she suddenly turned
to me and smiled. "Excited about dinner?" she asked. And with that she turned
again and gave her butt a deliberate shake as she climbed the last stair. I
managed to remain silent. She said nothing but hummed contentedly as we rode up
in the elevator, checking her mail. We entered her apartment silently. It was a
rather modest one bedroom, with a combination living room/kitchen. Typical east
side. The living room had been painted unusual colors and there was a hand
painted heavy metal type mural on wall. She put the food in the microwave
switched on MTV and turned to me. I could tell that her eyes were on high beam
and that she was going to communicate with me at a very primal level. My gut
tightened. "Steve, I want you to listen to me. I've been through this before,
and I know what I am talking about. Listen to me -- all you have to do is follow
your honest desires and I can fulfill your greatest fantasies. If you want to
fight against yourself then you can leave right now and never know what I might
have been able to do for you. As you can see by looking at me, I am not your
garden variety type of girl. And that is only me at the surface. There is more
inside as you will see, much to experience if you can trust your instincts. Are
you okay with this so far?" "Yes, go on." It seemed like the right thing to say.
The bell on the microwave went off. "It has to cool for a few seconds" she said.
"Let me show you around my little abode here." She took my hand, and I almost
gasped at the mere touch of her hand. She smiled knowingly and took me into the
bedroom. There was one full size bed on the floor in the corner. On the walls
were various pictures of her from modeling shoots, as well as her in various
athletic pursuits including some impressive collegiate gymnastic shots. There
was a book case with a number of Psychology books and a diploma from Brown. This
gym club goddess was also highly educated. "I'm doing graduate work at Columbia
now" she said. It unnerved me the way she seemed to always know what I was
thinking. "Very impressive" I answered, my powers of speech slowly returning. We
went back to the living room/kitchen. She took her dinner out of the microwave
and plopped down with a fork on the couch. "So, the way I see it, Steve, and I
am sure you will agree, is that we have something to talk about. I know I have a
lot to offer you. Fortunately for you, you can do something for me, namely, get
me onto the pages of your magazine." "Well" ..I began to protest the way she so
easily assumed that I would jeopardize my job for her. She was only about 5'6",
a full 4-5 inches shorter than most of our models. And, while her athletic body
drove me wild, most of designers still wanted the skinny waif type. "Don't worry
about it" she interrupted. Again, she mysteriously knew what I was thinking. "Ohmigosh.
I really had a great workout today. 45 minutes of aerobics, the Stair Master,
and then I worked chest and back. I am pooped. Come here, will you?" I walked
towards her, mesmerized by the way she glowed from her workout. "On your knees,
silly! Do I look like the kind of person you should approach standing up?" She
crossed her legs seductively, her nylon shorts creeping up another seductive
inch. I got on my knees. She picked at the bean curd. "Be a dear and take off my
Reeboks, will ya?" she said in between bites. I had not yet seen her feet but
the mere thought of them drove me wild. With mildly shaking hands, I began to
untie her sneakers. She continued to eat and watch MTV. .I pulled one off her
right Reebok slowly, afraid that if I made a sudden move the entire situation
would suddenly disappear and my dream would be over. Her right foot, as perfect
as the rest of her, slowly emerged from her workout sneaker. The scent of her
foot's perspiration temporarily overwhelmed me. She smiled, put down her food
and leaned forward. She took the sneaker from me and held it in front of my
nose. "Breath deep, Steven." She needn't have said anything. My body was
reacting involuntarily, my lungs compressed and expanded like a machine, doing
everything they could to get the enchanting odor of her damp sneaker into my
body as soon as possible. I vaguely knew that I was hyperventilating but could
do nothing to help myself. I had never known such ecstasy. Somewhere, I could
hear her voice. It seemed to come from all directions, yet I could hear every
sound distinctly. "This, my dear, is the smell of my sweaty Reeboks. You, seem,
ahem, to be enjoying it. There is plenty more where this comes from. Hell, I
work out 2 hours a day. I take it you are going to behave yourself from now on?"
I was too busy trying to get every sweaty molecule out of her sneaker to
respond, but I heard her winning laugh. "I'll take that silence as a Yes. By the
way, I have two feet, if you could just pull yourself away for a second." She
pulled the sneaker from my face and I dutifully repeated the same with the
second sneaker. The fresh sent of a newly released foot again drove me to the
highest level of ecstasy. She went back to her Chinese vegetables. "Peel the
socks off, will ya?" I fulfilled her order as best I could, gently peeling the
warm dark socks off each foot, trying not to gasp at the sight of her perfect
feminine feet. She stuck her legs out straight and looked at them, seemingly
unaware that they were about an inch away from my frustrated nose. "Wow! Look
how sweaty I got. That aerobics was really hot tonight. Its a good thing you're
here. She lowered them to the floor. "Lick the sweat off my feet." I couldn't
believe what I had just heard. I looked up at her as she contentedly poked
around at her food. "What are you waiting for, Christmas?" I held her right foot
reverently and began to lick up and down the arches. It was exquisite. I could
not believe what this woman was doing to me, reducing me to a foot licking slave
in a matter of minutes. "Do the bottoms, too, they are really dirty and sweaty.
You'll love it!" she giggled for the first time. I was busy licking every inch
of her sweaty feet. The tops, the bottoms, in between the toes. She was driving
me to new levels of spiritual pleasure, simply by having me clean her perspiring
feet with my tongue. "Do me a favor, will ya? Go to the freezer and get an ice
cube." I didn't know why she would ask for such a thing, but I knew that it was
in my best interests to obey her. I got up, and slightly woozy from my
experience, did as she said. I returned to her with the ice cube in my hand.
"Its not for me, its for you" she said. "Rub it on your tongue. I like a cold
tongue on my feet." I did as she said, alternating licks between the ice and her
divine feet. The ice cube numbed my tongue, but I knew better than to complain,
Besides, the delightful feel of her hot feet quickly returned everything to
perfection. I later figured out that this went on for about a half hour, but in
my condition time was meaningless. At about 10 there was a knock on her door and
it opened slowly. I was embarrassed, and wondered how I would disguise the fact
that I had been on my knees servicing her as I had. She knowingly put her hand
on my head, effectively communicating that there was no need to worry. I looked
up to see a very attractive blonde woman had entered the room. I noticed that
she didn't seem overly shocked to see me worshipfully kneeling before Courtney.
The blonde was quite attractive, with wavy hair down to her shoulders and a body
that was feminine but somewhat thicker than Courtney's. She must have been about
5'5" about 135 or so. "Another one!" The blonde laughed. "You find these guys
like a magnet, Court!" "What can I say? Its a curse." Courtney answered as she
got up, suddenly ignoring me. She put her arm around the blonde. "Caroline, this
is Steve, he is the photo editor at Marvelle. I guess you can say that we have
developed a very good working relationship already. He understands our relative
positions." Courtney looked down at me, looking pleased. "Steve, this is
Caroline. Caroline and I are, well, lets just say that we are quite close."
Chapter 3
Courtney and Tina hugged and kissed in a way that got me wondering. Tina then
backed away a few inches and suddenly stopped smiling. "Wait, I thought we
talked about this, Court! You said you were going to give up your ....your
hobby, or whatever you call it. Remember? You promised to leave these poor guys
alone for awhile." Tina made a dismissive wave at me, still down on my knees
looking up. "I know, I know, but he is the photo editor at Marvelle, Tina, do
you know what that means? Do you know what I can do with him? This could be my
big break.. Pay off those tuition loans and everything! And look at how cute he
is. He is a little sweetie! You should have seen him in his big fancy office. He
actually crawled on his hands and knees when I asked him if he wanted to kiss my
ass." She stopped and put her hand on Tina's forearm. "And then he stopped right
at my ass and asked permission! A perfect gentleman, I tell ya!" "Did you let
him?" Tina's lips seemed to soften just a bit. "Of course not! On the first
date? No way!" They both laughed. Tina stopped laughing and gave Courtney an 'I
don't know' kind of look. Courtney turned to me and said "Lets show her, Steve,
lets show her what happened in your office, okay?" She was nodding
enthusiastically. At first the thought of repeating that degrading episode in
front of this pretty young Asian woman made me shudder. Then Courtney walked in
front of me. Her red nylon gym shorts delicately draped her Stairmaster toned
young buns. Her upper thighs still glowed with a thin film of perspiration from
her workout, and a few droplets of sweat arranged themselves in a curved line on
a half inch of visible left cheek.. I gasped audibly. Tina was shaking her head,
a knowing smile the only emotion on her finely detailed face. Courtney walked a
few feet a way and turned to face me. "Okay Steve, be a good little boy and
crawl over here. Show Tina just how we did it in the office." The sight of her
soft damp buttocks still burned on my retinas, I involuntarily began crawling
towards them. She didn't move an inch. Suddenly I was reliving the office
experience a second time. I again stopped an inch from the red nylon paradise,
transfixed. "See, Tina, he wants to kiss my ass so badly but he just stops an
inch away because he knows he doesn't have my permission. Now *that's*
obedience!" Courtney took a step away. Supremely focused as I was, I leaned
forward in a misguided effort to maintain my proximity to the vision in red
before me. My legs refused to move, and I tumbled forward. I would have landed
on my face if it hadn't been for the inspired hard-on that I had developed. That
is what broke my fall, however painfully. I doubled up, on my side, writhing.
The two girls broke into absolute gales of laughter watching me role on the
floor. "See what I mean!" Courtney said to Tina. "Yeah, okay, that was cute"
Tina agreed between giggles, seeming to warm to me just a bit. "What kind of
body does he have?" "STRIP!" Courtney beamed down at me. I looked up, feelings
slowly returning to my groin. I looked up at Tina, also. Who was this girl to be
treating me like a lost puppy her friend had dragged home, wanting to 'inspect'
me. "NOW, STEVE!" I had not seen that look in Courtney's eyes before. There was
no nonsense, no trace of the mirth that she had been showing just seconds
before. This was all business. The entire day flashed before my eyes. The way
this beautiful girl intoxicated me in my office, without even laying a finger on
me. The way she looked in her gym suit, her luminous face, the scent of her
Reeboks when she pushed it in front of my nose. I began to unbutton my shirt.
"Good boy" Courtney said, her head nodding with approval at my decision. Neither
woman said much as I began disrobing. They just gazed intently, not giving any
indication of what they were thinking. When I was down to my boxers, I looked at
Courtney, hoping that I had done enough and could stop. She merely motioned me
to continue. I removed the boxers and my engorged cock was finally free. Both
women giggled when they saw my throbbing hard on. "Ohmigosh, no *wonder* you
were rolling on the floor!" Tina walked up to me, glancing up and down at my
completely naked body, paying increased attention to my now seemingly permanent
erection. She looked at me and said something most quizzical; "Parlez vous
France?" Those were the only three words I knew in French. I shook my head no,
wondering why my knowledge of foreign languages would be relevant, undressed as
I was before her. She then turned to Courtney and, to my dismay, the two of them
began conversing in seemingly fluent French. The sudden knowledge that these two
intelligent women had the ability to fully converse without me understanding a
thing made my nakedness seem like only a small part of my ever increasing
vulnerability. They continued talking. I assumed they were talking about me, but
didn't have the faintest clue as to what they were so casually discussing.
Finally, Tina said "Okay" in English and walked into the bedroom. Courtney came
up to me. I wanted to ask her what was going on, but didn't want to risk
displeasing her in any way. She put her hand on my shoulder, sending pulses of
pleasure throughout my nervous system. "Steve, you want to stay with me, right?
Think of all the fun we can have." I nodded affirmatively, knowing that my
audibly pounding heartbeat was also giving my answer for me. Courtney continued,
in full control as always. "Well, Tina and I have been together for awhile, and
she is sort of funny sometimes. She likes you, but she is cautious and she wants
to see you give yourself to me fully, tonight. I tried to summon up the breath
to ask her what she meant. "What I mean is that you have to declare tonight that
you irreversibly want to be my slave and will be completely obedient and
subservient to me, completely in my control for a long as I want you to be, with
no power to hurt me whatsoever." I looked at her and focused my mind on the word
'How?' She looked at me and smiled. "Well, we have this little ceremony we do.
Its a little like getting married. You'll do this for me, won't you Steve? For
me?" Tina walked back into the room, carrying to my shock, a video camera.
Adrenaline being what it is, my power of speech returned "No, Please!" I
shouted, trying in vain to cover my nakedness. I feared that Courtney was going
to shout back at me, increasing my dilemma. Instead, she reached down for one of
her still damp gym socks and began using it to gently wipe away the sweat that
had gathered on my face. "Steve, trust me, its the only way. Once we have you on
tape you won't have to worry yourself with any silly thoughts of ever disobeying
me. You'll know that I have the complete power to ruin you. Don't you want that
Steve? Don't you want that closeness? Do you *want* to disobey me, Steve?" She
dropped the sock she was using on my face and picked up the other one, untainted
by anything except the delicious perspiration from her workout. She held it over
my nose and mouth. "Breathe in, Hon, this should help you. Don't you want to be
here for me when I get home from my work out every day? Don't you like me?" The
sheer intoxication of her presence, multiplied by her clever assault on my sense
of smell, coupled with the day's tumultuous events began to prove to much.
Feeling woozy, I slumped on the couch, lying on my back, my cock still standing
at attention like an antenna. I heard Tina's voice, camera in hand. "Well?"
Courtney leaned over my heaving, prostate body. "You're doing the right thing,
Steve, you're a doll." She turned to Tina and said "He's ready. Go for it." Tina
gave out a victorious "Alright!", put down the camera and took out a tube of
lipstick. Rather than using it on my face, however, she began writing on my
chest. "What's your last name? Date of Birth?" she asked. I gave her the
requisite information, still not understanding her strange ways. I felt her
writing something on my chest. Then, my identification apparently completed, she
moved up on the face and began using the lipstick on me in a more conventional
manner. I heard Courtney laugh "I wanna do his eyes. He is mine, you know!"
"Take it easy" Tina said, not missing a stroke on my compliant lips. "You want
him to look good for the 'wedding' pictures, don't you? There! That's the look
for him." She stood back, admiring her handiwork. "Okay, my turn. I want him to
look hot for this. Hand me the mascara." I had never seen Courtney more
beautiful nor more psyched. I was aware that Courtney was applying some make up
to me, but her mere presence was the only high I felt. "Be still!" she commanded
every time I twitched. "There! What do you think, Tina?" Tina laughed "Well, a
little slutty for my taste, but, well, he's your slave, so what do I care."
"Well. you only get enslaved once, he should be a little on the wild side. Okay,
shoot!" Tina came over me, camera whirling. I tried to look away but was ordered
by Courtney to smile. I obeyed. I looked down to see what Tina had written on my
chest. It said 'Steve Quentin, DOB 4/15/65'. So I was properly identified for
the camera. There was another line beneath it that I was able to make out as
"Worthless, wimpy male slut slave". Somewhere in the back of my mind I could
imagine the position I was putting myself in, but I was beyond caring. Courtney
came back with a ruler for what she called the 'measurement'. She then held it
next to my cock while Tina shot a side view, a humiliating mug shot of my penis.
There seemed no end to my predicament. "Steve, please lie down on the floor for
me. On your stomach." Courtney asked/ordered as she laced back on one Reebok. I
obeyed without even thinking, lying before her. She put her sneaker clad foot on
the side of my head, pressing it into the ground. Tina came around with the
camera, asking me to "Smile so they can see my nice eye makeup and lipstick."
Courtney began speaking in her most authoritarian tone. "Tell the camera that
you are a worthless slave, Steve". I was unable to comply. She ground her
sneaker in a bit, pressing me against the cold floor. "Listen, silly, its over,
get it? We already have you naked, wearing lipstick and eye makeup with your
name and condition scrawled against your chest. We know where you work and who
you work with, its over already, don't be a fool and stop now, get ruined for
nothing. Besides, I thought you *wanted* to be my slave. Don't you like me?" She
ground her foot in a bit more, punctuating her impeccable logic. "Yes, I do" I
blurted. Tina turned on the camera. "What do you want, Steve?" "I want to be
your slave. I want to worship and serve you and obey." "And what are you?
Careful now!" "I am an inferior worthless male slut wimp." "Got it! Good one!"
Tina stood up. "Smart man" Courtney said, removing her sneaker but leaving an
imprint on the side of my face. I lay there motionless. The two triumphant women
began conversing in French again, leaving me in the dark, but they did begin
looking at my face and I imagined that they were critiquing the makeup job they
had done. Finally, Courtney knelt down beside me and gave me the low down.
Putting a hand on my shoulder, she said "Guess what, my new property! We are
going out to celebrate our new arrangement tomorrow! Girls night out! All three
of us! Isn't that great? We can't wait to show everybody your pretty eye makeup
and lipstick, but you probably need some new clothes, so meet us tomorrow
outside the Victoria's Secret place on Madison and 67th tomorrow at 2. Got that
hon? Now, you have to go, Tina and I have some celebrating of our own to do.
Congratulations, property! I looked at her, holding the videotape like a trophy.
We all knew that I would be there tomorrow as she asked.
The End
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